Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no — Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no — Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no — Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no — Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no — Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
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Whatever he goes through, I feel. Whatever I go through, he feels. It’s what happens when two people become one: they no longer only share love. They also share all of the pain, heartache, sorrow, and grief.

— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
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